Dead Phones Shouldn't Reply

*Prologue*

(Please do not comment on any grammar mistakes, kay thanks. Enjoy!)

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*Prologue*
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"I met this 6-year-old child, with this blank, pale, emotionless face and the blackest eyes... the devil's eyes. I spent eight years trying to reach him, and then another seven trying to keep him locked up because I realized what was living behind that boy's eyes was purely and simply...evil." - Dr. Sam Loomis (Donald Pleasance)
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If the wind had never blown, I wonder, what would the world be like? No waves, tornados or hurricanes, no trees blown over. If we had never known of these natural wonders, of which we're often afraid of, how dull and un-interesting would life be?

"Son of a..."

I took it upon myself to think of these things and know, without wind, what would there be? The rain would not shift down from left to right from the sky, it would fly in a blunt, straight line. Birds wouldn't struggle to fly in their chosen directions on days like this, and maybe, I wouldn't be sitting here, wishing my hair would stay out of my face.

"Damn it," I mumbled to myself, pulling the loose brown strands of hair from my forehead.

As you might've already guessed, it was a windy day, the kind of windy that could blow away a slightly under-weight little girl.

My mother used to love windy days, she would always tell me: "If you surrender to the wind, you can ride it." Even to that day, I still didn't understand what she meant, so I would give off a silly reply like: "Thanks for raping my hair, wind."

I was very close with my mother, she was wonderful, one of the best people I had ever had the pleasure to meet. Why drown a good person, when in the car just behind her there could have been a man who had just chosen to drown himself too, in alcohol, or a woman who, because of a broken heart, had killed a man and his mistress. Why not them instead?

Two years ago today she had died. She had lost control of her vehicle and driven off of a river bridge. The one thing that supposed to protect you-- the seatbelt-- had suffocated her with no mercy. How ironic, destiny takes the only thing I have left, and then laughs in my face.

I shivered as I slid my hands into the pockets of my old, worn out, red Hollister sweater. The park was peaceful that day. Aside from the trees blowing violently in the wind and the weaker leaves falling to the ground. My eyes trailed along the paved path that led from the grand, bushy entrance, to a tiny play area in the centre of the property with several benches, such as the one I was sitting on, surrounding the playground. The grass remained un-cut, but aside that, the park was nice and pleasent.

At that time of the day, the outdoors were rather empty, mainly because it was a Tuesday afternoon, children were at school, and adults were at work.

Standing up, I followed the path towards the exit. Taking out my phone, I browsed over the conversations I'd had with my mother, or myself and my head, since she wouldn't reply.

=Hey Mom, Dad's doing good with his new family, he didn't need us, just letting you know. -Julia. I typed in, pressing send lightly.

Instantly a message would pop up on my screen, 'Message failed to Send.' I let out a sigh as I headed home.

I hated the odor of the house, the kind that reminded me that Dad, his wife, Kara and their daughter Jamie lived here, along with me of course. Newly layered paint of different shades was all my nose could smell, it was a poisoning aroma I rather disliked.

"Julia!" Kara exclaimed smiling as I entered the kitchen, I nodded in her direction, not bothering to smile back and headed up the wooden staircase. From the corner of my eye, I could tell she was disappointed that I hadn't replied, but she did nothing about it. She never did.

"Jila!" A high pitched voice exclaimed happily. I turned around to face Jamie, my dad's five year old girl. I smiled as I knelt down on one knee. She called me Jila, probably because 'Julia' was too much of a handful.

"Hi Jamie," I laughed as she ran towards me. Dad came out of the bathroom covered in baby powder. He looked around frantically before landing his eyes on Jamie and I. "Was this your doing?" I whispered to her, referring to Dads powdered face. She nodded. I chuckled as I turned away and headed towards my bedroom door.

'Jamie is trouble. -Julia', I texted Mom, dropped my phone on my white and grey sheeted bed. I headed towards the door, but I stopped as a familiar dinging noise came from my phone.

"Odd." I mumbled to myself, I didn't usually get texts at that time of the day.

I had a cold feeling in my gut as I walked towards my bed, as if something wasn't right about what I was about to read.

Stop acting paranoid.

Lifting up my phone, I turned it on and almost stopped breathing at what I saw. My hands went numb, causing me to drop my phone to the floor. I could almost feel the color draining from my face as I collapsed to the ground.

The message had come from my mother's phone.

'Help me.'
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Alrightly, what do yeah think of thy prologue? :3 Anyways, hope you enjoy the rest of my story! A big thanks to mybfharry and conycardoza for editing my rather 'bad' grammar and detail xD, you are both the best editors ever!